"Haha, funny," Brainstorm hisses. He didn't want to think about Spinister going off to bang Optimus. He's worked with Optimus. He knows about his amazing, raw magnitism.

Look, everyone is a little bit attracted to Optimus Prime.

He doesn't want to beg, but the scrape of fingers over his canopy and the jolt of pleasure as Spinister squeezes his node and teases the sensors right on the rim of his valve was too much. He whines, trying to flick his wings, but finding that it tugged the cabling too much.

Brainstorm huffs like a petulant youngling.

"Please."

He tries not to sound too desperate.